“Auntie Han, what is this?”
From my Mary Poppins-esque bag, my niece pulled out a pair of large socks tied together in a knot.
“Socks,” I told her. She was looking for gum — she’s 5 and she’s always looking for gum — but was temporarily stopped by her curiosity.
She rumpled her impossibly small nose. “Your feet are way too little!”
That’s accurate. They’re technically men’s socks (socks need a gender?), bought at Grocery Outlet for $3.99 for a pack. They would easily clear my knees. ...